When I realised this in about the end of eighth grade (so, when I was about fourteen, I believe?), I decided to search for something to express myself and have fun without worrying about how steady my hand was or how fast I could run or how well I could string words together. Something that made me happy. Clothing has made me happy for most of my life, despite a couple years in elementary school where I experimented with only wearing boy clothes (I call this the dark period.) My mother was a big inspiration for this passion because when I was younger and we were more well-off, money-wise, we would go on a lot of random shopping excursions. I loved going to a store with my mother and getting a new item of clothing; it was a satisfying and exciting experience. So I turned this into my "thing." It took a couple years for me to break away from buying an entire outfit from one store, instead of mix and matching and finding things that go together. But around the middle of sophomore year, age 15-16ish, it clicked. And it felt good. I'd found my thing.
I love buying clothes. Not expensive ones or designer ones, just all kinds. I adore digging through Urban Outfitters $10 sales racks or finding $2 items that can add to an outfit. It's just fun. I do consider style an art in it's own special way and I love proving that fashion doesn't equal money. When I see a piece of clothing I love, I immediately think of tons of ways to wear it, what to wear it with, how to make it mine. Nothing feels better than walking down the street and passing a person wearing the same dress you're wearing exactly as the store model wore it, rather than her own individual way.
There was a even short period of time where I wanted to actually study fashion (at FIDM), but I knew I would hate it. Never turn your hobby or passion into your life. Incorporate it, yes, but don't let it take over. Once fun becomes work, it's all work. I've learned that through photography classes, that is for sure. I also tried making my own clothes...that ended quickly since it required, you know, skill.
So there you have it. My passion is style. Call me materialistic, call me vain, call me whatever. I love it. It's something I can make entirely mine. It's something that I can do for the rest of my life and no one can take it from me.
How's that for a blog, eh? Haha. This actually took a while to write and figure out what I wanted to say. Hope you enjoy. And tell me: what is your passion?